Horror/fiction.
Warm shafts of light shone through the richly scented pine trees illuminating the un remarkable face of Dean Graff. Satisfied with his location, secluded in the copse, he settled down, cross legged on the cool forest floor to wait
" wow, no wonder this place is popular with the cool kids"
He thought to himself with a crooked smile. For weeks now he had been hanging around cafes, pubs, swimming pools, trying to glean from the converstations of the local teenagers where they hung out. His small brown eyes gleamed in the sunlight as he remembered Liberty Conner and her stupid brother talking about this place, arranging to come here, describing in such detail the location of this place, they may as well of drawn him a map. Just like every other kid their age, they hardly even gave him a second glance.
He was wasting his time with those other kids anyway, they had been nothing but a passing amusement, a way to pass the time untill she had come along.
He had first set eyes on Liberty Conner six weeks ago to the day. As soon as he saw her he had known she was different. A real prize. Some one truly worthy of his attention. She had the blondest hair he had ever seen, and not that cheap peroxide blonde either like those hollywood bimbos, but pure spun gold, and her eyes. He had never seen anyone with eyes that colour. They were almost violet, with the longest lashes he had ever seen, each one like a strand of silk.
For six weeks he had followed her , waiting for a chance to talk to her, but that brother of hers, never left her side, and besides she never even noticed he was alive. His normally pallid skin flushed red with anger and humiliation. She would know he was alive today though, oh yes! She would wish she hadn't ignored him, always giggling, and whispering behind her hand with her brother. Not once in the entire six weeks had her brother not been there with her. Not today though. He had heard their plans, every word.
They were to walk here to the lake together, then he would cycle into town to run some errands for their mother, and leave her to sun bathe by the lake. By the sounds of things it would be about an hour untill he would return to join his sister. Dean rubbed his long, feminine hands together in glee remembering how they had disscussed their plans so loudly, and openly as he had drank it all in just a few feet away, oh, how they would regret the disgusted way they had looked at him when they caught him staring.
Just then a soft tinkling laugh floated in on the cool forest breeze. His breath caught in his throat. They are coming he thought. Quickly he lay prone on the soft forest floor, thrusting his fist through the bush in front of him, satisfying himself that he had a perfect view of the blue-green expanse of lake before him.
He had chosen his position carefully, just behind an array of flat rocks that hung over the lake. The rest of the lakes perimiter was fairly overgrown, and thick with vegetation. He had ruled out any other spot she could choose to sunbathe, the rocks appeared to be the perfect sun trap.
He could see glimpses of their golden heads making their way through the trees towards him, her melodic voice getting louder, rudely interuppted by her brothers dulcit tones.
His bony chest heaved in excitement, as brother and sister broke into the clearing in front of his hiding place. He took in her appearence, and a low groan escaped his lips.
Long tanned legs passed him, pert buttocks clad only in scrappy denim shorts. His eyes travelled over a vast expanse of tanned midriff, a flash of a bikini top, and his view was suddenly eclipsed by the hulking form of her male counterpart, wheeling a bike alongside him. He hissed in disapointment.
Dean watched, increadably pleased with himself as she settled on the rocks exactly where he had anticapated, barely able to contain his excitment as they re- capped their plans for the afternoon.
" Alright lib, i'm going head off and get this stuff for ma. I'll be as quick as i can, and then we'll do some swimming. Don't go in the lake until i get back, if you get in trouble theres no one for miles to help you."
hayden Conner admonished his sister.
Dean smiled a twisted, little smile.
" If only he knew how prophetic those words will be."
He thought to himself.
" I know, and don't worry. I'll be fine here until you get back."
Liberty smiled sweetly up at her brother. Hayden patted her softly on the head, swung his leg over his bike, and cycled off through the trees.
Dean watched his prize, as she wriggled out of her tiny cut offs. She took a rolled up towel and sun cream from her bag, stretching out luxuriously. Squirting sun cream onto her hands, she began to massage the liquid onto the tops of her shoulders. Her bikini top was a deep violet, mirroring the colour of her eyes, the two small triangles of material barely covering the brown orbs of her breasts. He watched as her delicate fingers trailed the oil down into her cleavage, squirming uncomfortably as his growing erection pressed against the tight denim of his jeans.
Finally she finished smoothing the cream into her soft skin, and laid back, tucking the towel under her head. A growl built in his throat, as he drank in the sight of her hard, gleaming body in the sunlight, sretched out in front of him, just waiting for his touch. He would wait not a moment longer.
Tentatively, he reached around the tree he lay under, feeling for the knife and rope he had hidden there earlier. His fingers connecting with the cool steel, he pulled the knife toward him, and tucked it's handle between his teeth. Reaching out again, he cursed softly under his breath, as his fingers rustled in the leaves, finally grasping the coarse rope. Pushing himself onto his knees, he lightly wrapped the rope around his waist leaving his hands free.
His eyes fixed on her, he stood quietly. Just a few metres more and it wouldn't even matter if she saw him. He would get to her by the time she could get to her feet, and he KNEW there was no one to hear her scream for miles around. It was all so perfect, as if she had known his thoughts, and had planned to offer herself to him!
His heart jackhammered against his chest as he crept forward. His eyes fixed on her lovely face as she lay with eyes closed against the sun, he rose slowly to his feet, knife still fixed between crooked, yellow teeth. Dean took one giant surging leap forward.
The shadow of his wiry frame fell across Liberty's face. Her eyes snapped open, Dean loomed above her, she saw the familiar burn of desire in his eyes before he fell upon her, pinning her to the rocks beneath.
A bloodcurdling scream escaped her, shattering the quiet of the forest, before he could fix his sweating palm across her parted lips. Dean threw his weight against her writhing body again, and again as she tried in vain to buck him off, he slid the knife from his mouth, and with hands shaking in anticapation slipped it to the soft flesh of her throat.
" Shut the fuck up, or i swear i'll slit your throat and let you bleed out right here. Do you understand me? "
Liberty nodded, her eyes wide with fear, as her attempts to throw him off her body quieted, and she lay still. Quickly he unfurled the rope from around his waist, reluctantly easing himself from her smooth body. His heartbeat quickened as he revelled in the frightened whimpers escaping her, as he wrapped the rope around securing her arms to her sides. Electric jolts of excitement coursed through him as his fingers trailed across her naked flesh, delighting him with thoughts of what was to come.
" Get to you're feet! We are going to take a little walk to my car, and drive a little further into the woods, where your brother won't disturb us. Scream and i will kill you, do you understand? Not that anyone can hear you anyway, and it would be such a shame to tape up that pretty mouth of yours."
He leered at her suggestively, flecks of saliva covering her face. She winced at the proximity of his sour breath, and tried to shy away from his vice like grip on her arm.
" Are you going to kill me?"
She gazed up at him, eyes wide in a childlike expression.
Man this girl was something else, he thought with a goofy grin on his face.
" aw, nah..not if your a good girl, and do as i say."
He said, chucking her under the chin with the flat part of the blade.
" now lets move."
He lead her to the edge of the woods where he had left his car, her all the while sobbing gently, firing him up even more, exciting him, filling him with the power he had so longed to wield over all those that had hurt him..rejected him! He glanced furtively side to side, before opening the boot of the car.
" Get in, and lie still."
He thrust her toward the open boot, delighting in the girlish quiver of her bottom lip.
He watched her curl into a submissive little ball, a nasty smirk twitching at his lips. Triumphant, he slammed the car boot shut, and scuttled into the drivers seat. He knew exactly where he would take her. Funnily enough it was Libertys own dear brother he had gotten the idea from. He had heard him tell Liberty about this old rundown shed about a mile from here, no one ever went there, and he had told his sister about one of his friends who took some girl they knew there for sex once. He had checked it out, it was perfect. His every nerve ending tingled in excitement as he started the engine.
Hayden Conner , cycling back to where his sister waited for him, watched, a quizzical little smile playing on his lips, as he saw a vaguely familiar face drive hell for leather past him on the road.
Dean kicked the rickety door of the shed closed behind them, and pushed Liberty down onto the decrepid mattress he had lugged there the previous night. Panting, and puffing with the exertion, he swept his fine mousy brown hair out of his eyes, and studied the reaction of his prey. Lines of terror etched Libertys pretty features, as she scooted away from him on the mattress, pressing herself up against the back wall of the shed as though trying to escape the occupants of hell itself.
" Please..my brother will come looking for me, you can't do this."
" Oh but i have done it, by the time he works out you haven't actually gone home it will all be too late."
Dean wiped a trail of saliva that had dribbled down his chin as he spoke. He edged closer, and she suppressed a gag as her eyes fell to his obvious erection. He followed her gaze to his groin, and swiftly unbuttoned the denim restraint of his jeans. He wore nothing underneath, and his erect penis bobbed in front of him looking ridiculous against his skinny form. He seemed unsure of what to do next, and with the knife in one hand lunged at her, his free hand grabbing, and pinching at her breasts. With a grunt, he tore the flimsy bikini top from her body, tossing it aside, slamming his hand around her throat he pinned her against the wall, cutting her breath short. His eyes bulged as they roamed down to her bare breasts, scooting back slightly to take in their soft curves, his breath caught in his throat, how long he had waited for this moment.
He raised his eyes to hers, sucking in a breath as he watched her expression begin to harden. He cocked his head to the side quizzically, as the frightened little girl turned into something else, something not of this world. Those dewy, frightened eyes now glowed with a hunger that threatened to suck his soul from it's earthly form. Like a poisonous viper she struck, pulling back her legs, and kicking out, striking him square in the chest. A sickening 'crack' filled the air, as his breastbone caved in with the force.
Dean fell back, prone on the dusty unused floor of the shed, wheezing, and spluttering as he tried to suck air into his crushed lungs.
Liberty sretched languidly, a look of bliss on her face. She stood, and walked toward him, her hips weaving from side to side with the practised ease of a seductress. She now towered over his gasping form. Liberty raised her leg again, the glittering silver heel on her sandals glinting wickedly in the dust strewn shafts of light pouring in through the cracks in the shed wall. She kicked out again, smashing down onto the bridge of his nose with a crunch as blood exploded through the wound.
He tried to scream, but only a strangled wheeze escaped his lips, followed by a gurgling sound as the blood ran into his open mouth.
" Did you think i didn't see you watching me little boy, do you really think i did'nt notice your pathetic little form everywhere i went, devouring my every word? Do you think you are my first admirer!"
She spat.
Dean began to whimper now, he shuffled backwards as he saw her eyes fall on the knife she had sent skittering across the floor earlier.
She swooped down and picked up the knife with inhuman speed, and immeadiatley fell on him like a hungry tiggress.
the shed door creaked open, and Liberty squinted up at the light. In the doorway stood the hulking form of Hayden Conner.
" You were supposed to wait untill i got here!"
Hayden playfully scolded his sister.
Liberty twirled the knife in her hand.
" I was just starting the game, thats all."
Her face had softened, and once again held that innocent, childlike quality.
He stepped through the doorway, and a beam of light illumanated the face of Dean Graff.
Two black holes gaped where his eyes had once been, filled with dark pools of crimson blood. His pasty cheek exposed a familiar marking. A noughts and crossess grid had been carved into the sallow skin. In the centre a bloody 'o'.
" And i got to start this time."
Liberty giggled girlishly.
